But also something else.
Something like pity.
“You can’t buy everything with money,” I said softly.
He nodded hard. “I know that now.”
What he did next surprised me.
He stopped the mall.
Called his people. Shut it all down.
Then he told them to rebuild my house.
Not some modern glass box.
My house.
Same porch line.
Same windows. Same crooked step.
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